One mother's attempt to grab life by the short and curlies following divorce. The aim is to maximise optimism and minimise cynicism - whilst being aided and abetted by two amazing sons, some great friends and possibly a thimble or two of wine. Admittedly, these are rather lofty aims...

Friday, September 11, 2009

A Reason For Celebration - Today of All Days

Hey you

Yep, you - little guy with the tousled hair and permanent scabs on your knees.

Bring those big blue eyes - which explode with light and reveal the purity of your deepest thoughts - over here. Come here and wrap your wiry, long limbs around me. I need to nestle my nose into the nape of your neck and inhale the sweet unmistakable smell of you. Reverently stroke your skin, as soft as gently worn suede and with the impossible iridescence of a deep water pearl.

How did you get to be so big? Grow so strong? What happened to my tiny, 3lb cone-headed new-born - so fragile, yet already so resilient? There has always been a calm certainty about you, a sense that you already know, understand and appreciate far more about the world than I ever will. Guiding me as a mother each and every day. With love and patience, tolerance and generosity. Successfully taming my temper, provoking laughter, creating love, bringing me joy.

I am inspired by your thoughtfulness. Your inately caring nature. Your naturally tendency to share and be mindful of others. Are you sure you're my child?